Remorfe begets reform. His master-luft Falls first before his refolute rebuke, And feems dethron'd and vanquifh'd. Peace enfues, child But fpurious and short-liv'd, the puny So oft, and wearied in the vain attempt, "Hath God indeed giv'n appetites to man, "And ftor'd the earth fo plenteously with means "To gratify the hunger of his wifh, "And doth he reprobate and will he damn "And gesture they propound to our belief? " May play what tune he pleases. In the deed, "The unequivocal authentic deed, "We find found argument, we read the heart." Such reas'nings (if that name must needs belong T'excuses in which reafon has no part) Serve to compofe a fpirit well inclin'd To live on terms of amity with vice, And fin without disturbance. Often urg'd (As often as libidinous discourse Exhausted, he resorts to folemn themes Of theological and grave import) They gain at last his unreferv'd affent. Till harden'd his heart's temper in the forge Of luft, and on the anvil of defpair, He flights the strokes of confcience. Nothing moves, Or nothing much, his constancy in ill, Vain tamp'ring has but foster'd his disease, 'Tis defp'rate, and he sleeps the sleep of death. Charm the deaf serpent wifely. Make him hear How lovely, and the moral-fense how fure, Directly, to the FIRST AND ONLY FAIR. Of rant and rhapsody in virtue's praise: Grace makes the flave a freeman. 'Tis a change The fhag of favage nature, and were each But transformation of apoftate man From From fool to wife, from earthly to divine, Is work for Him that made him. He alone, Patriots have toil'd, and in their country's caufe Bled nobly, and their deeds, as they deserve, Receive proud recompence. We give in charge Their names to the fweet lyre. Th' historic muse, Proud of the treasure, marches with it down To latest times; and fculpture, in her turn, Gives bond in stone and ever-during brass To guard them, and t' immortalize her truft. But fairer wreaths are due, though never paid, To those who, posted at the shrine of truth, Have fall'n in her defence. A patriot's blood, Well |